The old man has gray hair, sideburns dyed with snow, and his funnel-shaped beard is also gray, plus his eyebrows and kind eyes, he has a bit of a fairy wind and bones. Although he is old, he is running but he doesn't take a breath of air, and his physique is far stronger than ordinary people.

Looking at the stone shocking lying motionless on the grass, he sighed, "Alas! life and death depend on the sky, and the old man is powerless!"

"Master, why don't you let us save him?" a disciple who came after the old man asked puzzledly, "If we rush over directly, won't the strength of the three of us be able to resist it?"

"If the master does this, there will always be a reason for the master. He is an old man with mercy, and if he could have saved him, he would have ordered us to save him a long time ago!"

It turned out that the old man's apprentice was a pair of brothers who looked very similar, about thirty years old, not tall and short, but they were all erect like hedgehogs, with fleshless cheeks and small eyes, but they were bright. The only difference is that the elder brother is burly and strong, while the younger brother is much shorter and thinner. "That person's name is Bloody Cloth Wang Po, you may not have heard of it, even the master himself can't remember how many years I haven't seen him! With the ontological blood sacrifice as the foundation of cultivation, it has already been a great achievement for decades, how can the two of you be opponents?" "By the way, he can still fly in the sky! Master, on the Sun Death Continent, aren't there only a few people who have reached the sky control by virtue of their cultivation! And the dead are dead, the waste is wasted, how can there be one more person?" the thin apprentice asked. "The continent is huge and the overseas is vast, strange people and strange things are endless, how can there be a few peerless masters? It's just that they concentrate on cultivation and don't care about the world, or the world is lonely and unheard!" The old man said that the old man's wise eyes were full of worry, "Okay, don't talk about this, ghost hand, afterimage, you two choose a place to bury this young man!" "Yes! Master!" The two brothers walked towards the stone shocking corpse. Although he is young, he can force Wang Po Blood Sacrifice to be able to force him, he is definitely the leader of the younger generation, even if the Demon Venerable is nameless, he doesn't have this strength when he is young! It's a pity that the old man sighed, watching from a distance since the two first started fighting, although he couldn't see it clearly, but he could clearly see that this young man did force Wang Po to retreat at the beginning, and it was not until Wang Po Blood Sacrifice that he was powerless to fight.

However, Wang Po in bloody clothes is a real master, although he does not kill innocents indiscriminately, but his temperament is temperamental, compared to the Sword Immortal Dharma King, only higher than the Sword Immortal Law King, since the murderous intention has risen, even if he takes the three lives of himself and his two apprentices, it will be useless! But seeing that he was killed by breaking the bones of his whole body alive, he regretted it somewhat, even if he couldn't persuade Wang Po to kill, at least he wouldn't torture to death. "Master, master, this person seems to still be angry!" shouted the second apprentice who had just walked in front of him. "What!" the old man walked over quickly.

Most of the body has been beaten and fallen into the grass, his eyes are closed and bleeding, his face is pale and gray, his chest is obviously uneven, his ribs and sternum are discounted together, and two of them actually come out of the broken body, and the same is true of his limbs, and it is estimated that there is no complete bone in his body.

The old man took a few steps forward to take a closer look, this kind of injury, how can he be fatal! The sternum was all shattered, and the internal organs must have been stirred up like a lump of porridge, and the pain was also painful! The old man rubbed his long white beard and shook his head, "This is hopeless!" "Master, I did see his little finger trembling slightly just now! Big brother, did you see it just now?" Seeing that the master didn't believe it, the afterimage turned his head and asked Brother Ghost Hand. "Master, what the afterimage said is that I just saw that his fingers are still moving slightly, but they are only moving very lightly!"

The old man still couldn't believe it when he heard this, so he squatted down and stretched out his hand to examine it carefully. There was no snort, the pupils of both eyes were dilated, and the pulse in the wrist could not be felt, but when I touched the chest, I felt that the heart was still beating slightly.

"Sure enough, there is still salvation!, however, it can only be said that he is not completely dead, it must be the blood in the pleural cavity that oppresses the breathing, and it is difficult for a person without medical skills to save his life!" the old man still shook his head.

"Is there no salvation at all, master!" asked the ghost hand

The old man understood the hearts of the two apprentices, just like himself, watching a young man being beaten to death in front of his eyes, but he couldn't save him. Whether it's because of powerlessness or for other reasons, I do feel a little guilty, and if there is a glimmer of hope, I still hope to be saved.

Looking at this miserable young man, the old man thought carefully for a while, "Afterimage, bring the dagger! If it is caused by blood in the pleural cavity and the inability to breathe, then bloodletting may be of some use, and the dead horse should be treated as a live horse doctor!

As he spoke, he took the dagger handed over by the afterimage, and carefully slashed down from the side of Shi Jingtian's body, along the obviously protruding bone, although the old man was old, but his hand was still strong and strong, the sharp blade pierced through the purple skin, and when he felt the strength on the tip of the knife was light, he pulled it out violently.

The blood gushed outward, and it soaked the grass in an instant, and Shi Jingtian's body was still motionless, but the fingertips moved slightly, and the old man did see it in his eyes. "Master, can this treatment work! Bleeding must be left to death!" "I don't know! Life and death are in the sky, wealth is in the sky, if bloodletting can restore his breathing, even a little may be saved!" the old man slowly stood up, handed the dagger to the afterimage, lifted the placket of the robe and wiped his hands.

The bright red blood can't stop gushing out, no one knows whether it will flow to death, the three masters and apprentices looked straight at Shi Jingtian, maybe there will be no reaction for a while, then there is no way at all!" "Master! look, it's bubbling in your mouth!"

Sure enough, Shi Jingtian was bleeding from the seven orifices, and the serious injury to his internal organs caused his chest cavity to accumulate blood, and his mouth was full of blood foam. At this moment, his chest was empty, and the faint beating of his heart actually prompted him to recover a trace of breathing, and a few blood blisters spit out from the corners of his mouth.

The old man didn't say a word of joy on his face, he tore off the corner of his robe, bandaged it simply, turned his head and said, "The ghost hand has good physical strength, you go back and ride a horse to the imperial city, just say that I invite him to come, the sooner the better!" "Got it, master!" The sturdy ghost hand didn't talk much, but he carried out the master's order without delay, and immediately rushed away. "Master, it's more than thirty miles from here to the imperial city, and if you turn back, it will take a day and a night no matter how fast you go! Even if the eldest brother goes back to ride a unicorn, this person can't hold out for so long!" "Since there is still a glimmer of life, then you can only do your best." The old man looked at Shi Jingtian's young face, and couldn't help but be moved, "Bloody clothes are broken, they haven't appeared for so many years, and today they are so poisonous against a young man, if the three of us master and apprentice step forward to stop it, he will definitely not let us go when he is angry!" "Then the big bird we are chasing all the way when we hear the sound is what you are talking about the eighth-order horned eagle, will its owner be the blood-clothed Wang Po! Then what are they doing near the imperial city!" "Those who can tame the eighth-order horned eagle must be a master of flying in the sky, Wang Po is!" And it's such a coincidence, then it's certain! As for the reason, I guess something is going to happen, what is it that can cause Wang Po's master who has refused to come with an eagle for decades!" the old man shook his head in confusion for a moment. "Master, I don't know this or this!" the afterimage listened to the master's words, thinking that he was asking himself, and replied in a low voice.

The old man glanced at the apprentice, and he really didn't want to say more when he was in a bad mood, "Afterimage, you go home, bring some food and water, and a tent." He can't move his body now, and he is estimated to be here for one night today until Ni Tian arrives, or he is completely out of breath!"

"Master, then I'll go and go back!" the afterimage galloped away in response, a few points faster than his brother's ghost hand, and the grass was taken out of a straight line to separate on both sides.

Following the death of the Demon Venerable Nameless who fought in the Sword River and Lakes after being besieged by an unjust, the Sword Immortal and the Dharma King died in the earth-shattering conspiracy of the Sword Pavilion Boulder Peak. Nameless may be an outlier, he never cultivates behind closed doors, walks in the continent, and fights to the death in the place where demonic beasts haunt before cultivating a body of demonic energy.

However, the Sword Immortal and the Dharma King were slightly discouraged about taking their cultivation to the next level before they established the Sword Pavilion and the Fog Spirit Mountain, hoping that they would have some prestige in the mainland after a hundred years. But the real masters are not only a few of them. Bloody clothes Wang Po is one of them, he has been practicing in seclusion for many years and appears today, is he under some irresistible temptation, or is he also cultivating to reach a bottleneck, and he is ready to fight for a place on the mainland with little rest of his life!

If you only want to think about the prestige of a generation of masters who will remain in the Sun Death Continent a hundred years later, then it is easy to say that you can become famous all over the world by opening the door and establishing a faction. If it is for something, then Wang Po can be tempted, and the rest of the hermit masters will also be equally tempted, and it is a battle that is not inferior to the top of the boulder peak, and the confrontation of the top masters will affect countless forces, and the battle always uses blood and life to identify the winner.

The old man sighed deeply, he didn't want to think so much, but he couldn't help it, just one Wang Po could do anything on the mainland, who could stop it!

Looking at the young face lying on the side, the old man suddenly remembered that Shi Jingtian, the Heavenly Demon Shi Jingtian is also a young man! Slaughtering hundreds of soldiers and civilians in Del City with his bare hands, he is an out-and-out demon! But for the sake of his beloved woman, he went through hardships and dangers, and died with the green lotus who became a half-human and half-demon through medicine, and he also saved many people.

Maybe this world needs such a person, who dares to fight and kill, and acts recklessly! No matter if you are a human or a demon, no matter if you have thousands of troops, I will fight to the death!

The old man sat beside Shi Jingtian, looking up at the sky, but his mind couldn't stop thinking about it, and the silver filaments seemed to be much brighter in the sun.